Page 68 of Ruined Rose

Micah

Out the front window, I see Beau’s SUV pull into the driveway. I set down the taco I’d been about to take a bite out of. He didn’t tell me he was coming by. We saw each other at practice less than forty-five minutes ago. My brow furrows as I stand.

When the passenger door opens and a slim brunette steps out, I throw the door open and am across the lawn in two-point-two seconds flat.

Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip when she sees me coming. The rise of her chest as she draws in a breath is stuttered, like she’s nervous.

I stop in front of her, breathless. “Daphne?” My voice is hoarse. Tortured.

A tremulous smile works its way onto her lips. Her eyes shine. She’s the most beautiful thing in my entire world. She holds her arms out to me, and that’s all the invitation I need. My arms curl around her, wrapping her up in my embrace. I bury my face in her hair. Inhale. I’m not even embarrassed when my voice cracks. “God, Daphne, I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I whisper near her ear.

Her lips drop an open-mouthed kiss onto my neck where my pulse is going crazy. She tightens her hold on me as if she’ll never let me go. Silent sobs wrack her body.

Never let me go.

I don’t know how long we stand on the front lawn in each other’s arms. Beau is gone, although I have no idea when he left. “Will you come inside with me?”

“Yes.”

“I need you, Daph.”

“I know.” She nods, kissing my neck again.

We walk into the house hand in hand, heading directly upstairs to my bedroom. We toe off our shoes, peel off socks, and stand there a foot apart, each of us breathing harder than we should be. She steps toward me, fists my T-shirt in both hands, and yanks me down for a kiss. Her lips are a wild frenzy against mine, her tongue stroking and licking inside my mouth like she can’t get enough. Like she needs to be connected so deeply that we won’t know where I end and she begins.

I’m on fire. Desire snakes its way down my spine, making my mind blurry with want. My dick stirs, blood pulsing to it. I take a second to peel Daphne’s leggings down and help her step out of them before I lift her in my arms. Her legs go around my waist, locking me in. Two steps has her back against the door and me grinding my rapidly swelling cock between her legs. I groan at the contact, one hand supporting her ass, the other going for her T-shirt, pushing it up to expose her baby-pink lace bra. Her nipples are already tight little buds, and I pull the fabric down, my mouth descending on her like a ravenous beast. I swirl my tongue around in circles until she’s panting with desire, take her nipple into my mouth, and suck hard until she cries out for more. My hands cup her ass cheeks guiding her aroused, needy core up and down over my dick. “Fuck. You’re going to make me come in my pants.”

Her back arches and her hips roll. “Touch me, Micah.” I capture her lips with mine in a wild kiss. My fingertips slip under her panties. She’s slick, coating my fingers as I slide them through her folds, rubbing her clit in little circles and making her squirm before dipping two fingers inside her heat. I pump them in and out, knowing from the whimpers she’s making that if I keep going, she’s going to come all over my hand.

“Yes, just like that,” she pants. Her legs tremble, and she lets out a long moan. Her pussy clenches my fingers like a vise.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck. Yes.”

Her body spasms and shakes as she rides out the rest of her orgasm. “Oh, God, that’s so good.” Her erratic breath flutters against my neck as she clings to me.

In a mad rush, I carry her to the bed, placing her in the middle. Her gaze stays trained on me as I whip my T-shirt over my head, then shove my joggers down along with my boxer briefs. My cock is harder than steel.

I go for her panties, dragging them down her silky legs. “T-shirt and bra. Off.”

Her brows raise. “Please?”

“Please,” I growl. “Daph, you know I love your fucking tits.”

“I do.” She gives me a tentative smile before she removes both, chucking them across the room.

This girl—my girl—splayed out on my bed is everything I will ever want.

For a second, though, I frown as my eyes roam over her skin. “I didn’t realize the bruising from the accident was so bad.”

She moves to cover herself.

My voice gruff, I rasp out, “No. Don’t. I want to kiss every square inch of you, but most especially where it hurts.”

I crawl onto the bed, kneeling over her body. My lips graze over her torso, tracing over the bruised skin. Then I move on, nipping at the skin over her rib, sliding my tongue along the slight curve of her breast, teasing her sweet nipple with my teeth. Every moan I elicit from her is a victory. Every stuttered breath, a win.

I roll to my back, pulling her body on top of mine. My dick is trapped between us, and it may be the happiest he’s ever been. Grasping her waist in my hands, I bring her forward, urging her to sit upright straddling my torso. I reach between her legs, touching her engorged flesh. “I want you sliding up and down over my cock.”

Her lips part, but she complies, edging a little further up the bed and widening her stance so she can do as I’ve asked.

The first touch of her bare, wet pussy on my dick rocks my world so hard I may never be the same. She’s timid, slowly moving along the length until I grip her hips in my hands and show her how much pressure she can apply, how to move to drive us both crazy.

It doesn’t take long before I’m about to jizz all over my stomach. My vision is unfocused, my legs tremble, and my jaw locks. I could do this every day and it would never be enough. Daphne makes me insatiable and the need to be inside her body right fucking now is fierce.

Before she can register the movement, she’s on her back, and I’ve rolled to the side to snag a condom from the nightstand.

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